Page 22 of Fight for You

With a gentle urgency, I guide Brylee backward until she is lying on the plush carpet, her eyes never leaving mine. Desire burns bright in those depths, a mirror to my own unbridled lust. She removes my shirt before her own. I lower myself onto her.

Every touch is electric, igniting a frenzy of want that threatens to consume us both. Our clothes become obstacles to be discarded in our quest for raw connection. Fabric pools around us as we revel in the ecstasy of skin on skin, the heat of our bodies mingling and melding until there is no beginning or end, only the present moment of pure passion. I kiss a trail along Brylee's neck, tasting the salt of her skin as she arches beneath me in sweet surrender. Her hands roam my back, leaving trails of fire in their wake. My eyes meet hers, and in that moment, I see the same hunger reflect back at me.

As I enter her, I look into her eyes, seeing the way she lets go the moment she feels me inside of her. A small gasp and then desire. This is what I have to look forward to for the rest of my life. The woman that holds all of my heart and showing her how much I care for her each and every day.

“You feel so fucking good, princess.”

Her nails dig into my back as I take her left leg into my hand and put it on my shoulder. I want to make her come so hard that she begs me to stop. This position gives me the best angle to go deep.Just how I fucking love it. She bucks her hips, like it isbecoming too much, but she will say the word if she truly wants me to stop. Her walls clench around me and it sends me close to the edge, but I want to get her there first. So, I up my tempo, and put both of her legs on my shoulders, going as deep as I can.

“Holy fucking A!” she screams as her thighs start to quiver.

With a primal growl, I claim her lips once more, our tongues dancing together in a frenzied tango. As our passion reaches its peak, we tear ourselves away from the floor. I lift Brylee into my arms, her legs wrapping around my waist as our lips never leave each other's. With a grace born of pure desire, I carry her to the bed, our bodies still locked together in an embrace that promises infinite pleasure and boundless love. With a gentle thud, we land on the bed, Brylee's back hitting the soft mattress as I continue to kiss her. My hands trace her body, caressing every inch of her skin as if she is a rare and precious treasure I rediscovered after a long, dark journey.

Tonight is the first night of the rest of our happily ever after.

16

Brylee

The bell sings above the door as another reader walks in to find their next book. I might not be able to save this place, but I am going to enjoy it as long as I can.

“May I talk to you in your office, please?” Leo says. “It’s important.”

I follow behind him and he shuts the door. “What is going on?”

“So, my sister looked into the situation with the bookstore. There is a clause in your agreement where if you can come up with the missed payments before they sign the paperwork for the commercial center, then they can’t move forward.”

“Leo, I don’t have that kind of money sitting around. $25,000 is a lot of money.”

He runs his fingers through his hair. “What about taking out a loan for it?”

I cackle. “Not with the impending foreclosure on my credit. Not an option.” Leo is a sweet man trying to help me. There is a reason he is so well loved in this town.

“Well, my sister has already helped me set up a community sidewalk sale and all profits are going to save Page Turners. We are not going to let them take it from you.”

I’m speechless.

“People are already starting to set up. We have your back.”

I walk to the front door and open it. There are many residents setting up their tables with an array of items. Tears almost make an appearance. “I can’t believe all these people are here to help me.”

Leo glances around at the bustling crowd. “It's amazing, isn't it? So many familiar faces, all working together.”

As we walk through the people, I marvel at the impressive effort of everyone. Tables filled with homemade baked goods, handcrafted trinkets, and raffle prizes line the streets. Neighbors laugh and chat as they sell their items, their enthusiasm infectious.

“Mrs. Jenkins!” Leo calls out, waving to an elderly woman selling crocheted blankets. “Those are beautiful! Save one for me, will you?”

“Of course, Leo,” she replies, beaming at him. “Anything to preserve our town.”

I smile at the warmth and camaraderie radiating from the townspeople. There is something undeniably special about the bond we share, and it touches a part of me I thought has been lost after the divorce. I am allowing myself to trust again. To be with the man that I should’ve never left in the first place.

“Hey,” Leo said, nudging me. “Check out Mr. Thompson's homemade birdhouses. They're incredible!”

“I never knew my uncle had such a talent.”

“Pretty amazing what we can learn about each other when we come together like this, huh?” Leo muses, a smile playing on his lips.

“Definitely,” I agree. “I guess it goes to show there's more to people than meets the eye.”

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